Hungry Nose
Where does your nose go, when it gets hungry?
→ Booger King!!!
Where does your nose go, when it gets hungry?
→ Booger King!!!
How does Mrs. Abdul Jabbar like her coffee?
→ With Kareem!!!
What does it say, on great Hawaiian singer, Don's mail box?
→ The Ho House!!!
Roses are red, violets are blue, I once thought I was ugly, until I saw you!
Just because you have one doesn't mean you have to act like one!
Baptists: only trouble is, they don't hold them under long enough.
A man's got to do what a man's got to do. A woman must do what he can't.
Men's brains are like the prison system - not enough cells.
Stupidity does not qualify as a handicap, park elsewhere!
You have a right to your opinions. I just don't want to hear them.
Dear Friend, It is with the saddest heart that I pass on the following news. Please join me in remembering a great icon - the veteran Pillsbury Spokesman. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Long time friend Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very "smart" cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions. Toward the end it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was no tart. Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about twenty minutes.
As you are probably aware, if voting results in Florida stand as they are now, George W. Bush will be our next president. This will have a catastrophic results in our not so vital (dispensable entertainment industry). Barbara Streisand, Martin Sheen, Susan Sarandon, Whoopie Goldberg, Alec Baldwin - among many others have sworn to leave the country if George Bush is elected president. And this is where you can help. We need volunteers to help pack and load moving vans. We also need airfare for these irreplaceable national treasures so they can relocate before they change their minds. For the cost of a small SUV, you can sponsor one of these celebrities and their unfortunate relocation. You will know that your efforts are helping when you receive postcards, letters, and pictures from your chosen "refugee" as they learn to become useful citizens in the Third World country of their choosing.
You will help, won't you? It costs so little but it means so much. Call 1-800-deport a lib. Operators are standing by. Major credit cards are accepted.
There was once was a blonde woman who had just bought a house.
She called it Harrybutt.
She had a child and named in Crack.
She lost Crack and couldn't find him.
So she called the police and said:
- I looked all over my Harrybutt and couldn't find my crack!
"Looking back over the years that we've been together, I can't help but wonder:............. What was I thinking?"
"Congratulations on your wedding day!............. Too bad no one likes your wife."
"How could two people as beautiful you............ have such an ugly baby?"
"I've always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love......... After having met you, I've changed my mind."
"I must admit, you brought Religion in my life........... I never believed in Hell until I met you."
"As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am....... that you're not here to ruin it for me."
"As you grow older, Mum, I think of all the gifts you've given me. Like the need for therapy..."
"Thanks for being a part of my life!!!.......... I never knew what evil was before this!"
"Before you go,......... I would like you to take this knife out of my back. You'll probably need it again."
"Someday I hope to get married............ but not to you."
"You look great for your age....... Almost Lifelike!"
"When we were together, you always said you'd die for me......... Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you kept your promise."
"I knew the day would come when you would leave me for my best friend....... So here's his leash, water bowl and chew toys."
"We have been friends for a very long time........... What do you say we call it quits?"
"I'm so miserable without you.................. It's almost like you're here."
"Congratulations on your new bundle of joy............... Did you ever find out who the father was?"
"You are such a good friend that if we were on a sinking ship and there was only one life jacket.... I'd miss you heaps and think of you often."
"Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your birthday--------- So we're having you put to sleep."
What goes blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette?
→ A blonde doing cartwheels!
Ninety-four-year-old Mrs. Hatcher showed up at her lawyer's office one Monday morning.
- I want you to begin divorce proceedings - she announced.
The lawyer was aghast. When he regained his composure, he said:
- Mrs. Hatcher, you and your husband have been married for over seventy years. What in the world could have happened to make you want to get divorced at this stage in your life?
Mrs. Hatcher looked him squarely in the eye. She cleared her throat and said:
- We wanted to wait until all the children were dead.